JACKIE: Last weekend’s Wormtown Music Festival was the perfect way to end the summer.

ANGELA: Held at Camp Kee-Wanee in Greenfield, Mass., this festy has become a staple of my summer and serves as a fitting goodbye to the parade of live music that the season brings.

J: My idea to attend the festival was a last minute decision. If you had asked me a couple weeks ago if I wanted to go to a music festival I would have said, “Ha! Ummm, no.” I am not really sure what spurred the idea. I think it had something to do with Angela moving to NYC and me wanting to spend some QT with her before she left. Or maybe I was just really bored. Being unemployed can make you feel kind of crazy and I was up for pretty much anything.

A: When Jackie told me she was going to come to Wormtown I was thrilled! Finally my twin was going to see me in all my glory… OK, so I was a little bit nervous, too.

J: I packed three or four outfits too many, a bag of makeup, hair straightener (just in case I could find an outlet at some point) and some groceries. I even bought fruit thinking I would try to have a healthy diet for the weekend. Unfortunately, I also bought a pound of Twizzlers which I ate all of before the end of the first night.

A: The biggest reason she ate them so quickly is because two dudes camped nearby kept heckling her and calling her “Twizzler Girl” every time she walked past them.

J: I like live music and I like to dance- two of the biggest factors that will ensure a good time at a weekend festival. The first night was fun: I danced some, I drank a little, and there may have even been a little hula hooping in there, too. My body is used to falling asleep around 11:00 every night, so passing out at 1:30 a.m. was pretty wild for me.

A: The highlight of Friday night was watching the Alchemystics’  midnight cabin set. And like a trooper, Jackie hung with me right in the front row and we were on our feet for the entire set. I’m not sure what time everybody went to bed because I spent from 1 a.m. – 3 a.m puking / hiccuping / wandering around waiting for my friend to arrive so we could catch a late-late-night Doctor’s of Flight show. God, what DID I do during those two hours?

J: I woke up at 6 a.m. on Saturday. This was around the same time that Angela got back to the tent to go to bed. I actually woke up because whoever had walked her back to the campsite also decided to rap some poetry to her. Don’t know what that was all about, but I tried my hardest to ruin whatever romantic moment was happening by laughing and yelling her name.

A: Little did I know that upon waking from my 6 a.m. slumber I would be cursed with a splitting headache, three-hour hangover and massive bruises on my shins.

J: I managed to keep my feet somewhat clean until mid-day Saturday, although I was trying to look clean and presentable the whole time. Pretty hard when you have to use a porta-potty covered in human feces and there is no toilet paper.

A: Who needs toilet paper when you have baby wipes! And who were you trying to look presentable for? Did you see all the freaks you were

surrounded by all weekend? After day 1 my feet were pretty gnarly due to the fact that my flip flops broke while dancing. Hey, I just ground scored some hepatitis!

J: I stayed up until 5:30 a.m. on Sunday. I told Angela I would stay up all night with her. She actually made it until 8:00 a.m.- pretty impressive.

A: I’m so proud of you, Jack! Five-thirty is pretty late / early, and not to one-up you but I was actually awake until 9 o’clock that morning. Dopapod played a cabin set from 4 a.m. – 8 freaking 30. I’ve always had a hard time going to bed if people are still up partying, let alone if there’s live music still bumpin’. Out of sheer principle I had to stay awake for the entire set. My deepest apologies, balls of my feet.

J: I liked dancing in the late-night cabins, but after a few hours all the music pretty much sounds the same and I got a tired of it. I

kept hoping Jesse McCartney would make a surprise appearance. Now that is a concert I could stay up for.

A: Wtf?

J: I spent a large portion of the weekend at the big campfire at the center of the festy. It was cool because people were playing the bongos and dancing, but also it was so goddamn cold that the heat was enough to keep me entertained.

A: Do you remember when the biker doing security had to reprimand somebody for standing too close to the fire, and I gave you a whole lecture on how the Hells Angels got connected to the hippie movement in the ’60s? “What are you, a freakin’ encyclopedia?”

J: I must admit that I had a really good time at the festival. I got to hang with my twin and a bunch of my friends from college. Sure, some people were creepy and wacked out of their minds, but nobody was mean. All about free l0ve baby!

A: ^ Why I love Wormtown Festival in a nutshell. Almost any type of person can go there and have an awesome time, even if a weekend of stinky debauchery isn’t normally their thing. What Jackie fails to mention is that her darling twin was one of the aforementioned “creepy” and “whacked out” attendees.

J: Was I ready to go home on Sunday morning? Yes. Would I go to another festival? Absolutely!

A: Mission accomplished! See you next time, Wormtown.

Check out our Flickr page for pics from the weekend – featuring The Alchemystics and Doctors of Flight!